Meet Sheridan. Sheridan is an equestrian. She was born into a family of generational wealth and always had a braid in her hair until the age of 14. Sheridan's childhood was such that trips to the Caribbean, giant mansions and summer homes were passé and boring to her - normal shit. As Sheridan aged, she began to notice boys because they noticed her - at least someone was noticing her. So she messed around with the pool boy, the yard guy, the math tutor and even the lacrosse coach (oops). Sheridan eventually graduated to other stimulating conquests that took the form of powders and pills. She had quite an exciting reputation at her boarding school. Upon graduating she landed a prestigious internship with an established fashion house in New York but her heart wasn't in it. Then one day she met Erika, a chef in a restaurant where Sheridan was attending a work dinner. It was love at first sight and now they have two dogs and own a gourmet meal delivery service in Denver where Sheridan is starting a blog aimed at lesbian foodies. She's wearing braids again. The end.
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
